The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1887-11-14
In the Cemetery and at the Grave.

on the tracks that when the train pulled out OF
the depot it was at a snails pace. Men and boys
attempted to crowd to the already packed
platforms, only to be showed off again. The
river was at last reached and crossed, and the
dense throng was left behind. The locomotive
kept up continual footing as it neared the
principal street crossings, where many curious
people stood watching the sight Every one of
the viaducts under which the engine rolled was
completely lined with eight-seers. Out
through the Bohemian district the
wheels rolled. aud the slowly moving
train passed by many Bohemian women, whose
husbands had taken part in the riotous
scenes of May, 1885, peered out of windows and
over back fences to get glimpse of tho car in
which were the remains OF those who had
preached anarchy to their spouses and led
them in many a strike. Western avenue was
reached, and looking south down that thorough
fare could be seen the tall smoke-stacks and
high belfry of McCormick's great reaper
works Here it was, at the intersection
of Blue Island avenue, or, as it
is called. the ''Black road" that, the after
noon of May g. 1856, August Spies delivered his
famous speech. by which he so wrought up his
listeners that an attack was made on the works,
and battle with the police ensued. From this
point out to Waldheim there was no incident OF
special note, and when the train halted at the
road leading to the cemetery the passengers
rushed out of the cars and ran pell-mell to the
burial ground.
In the distance, half mile away. could be
seen the bleak-looking, dingy pickets of the
cemstery's high palings. The barren, brown
prairies and sunless sky gave an added chill to
the raw wind whistling through the telegraph
wires that hour later would be carrying over
the world the bitter words soon to be spoken.
band with crimson faced uniforms led the way
with the most mournf ul dirge Of the day. down
past the rustling leaves of grove OF oak
trees. High on the shoulders of their one-tme
associates were the black coffins of the Anarch-
lists. each half hidden by drapng of flaming
red On either side of the road, for the first
quarter mile, were ranged long lines OF people,
just as in the city streets. Approaching the
huge, unsightly red brick gate, however, there
was scarcely human being to be seen outside
the organizations following the collins. When
the five corpses were once inside the cemetery,
bell was heard tolling, but in quick, agitated
manner that reminded many of the name or
Parsons's fierce mouth-pieca, the Anarchist
Alarm The uncanny sound had hardly ceased
when the coffus we're brought to a stand-still
and laid upon a rude little platform in front of
a rough stone building. perfectly windowless
and with only one small door. moment later
person who had followed the collins TO this
point could not stir a foot in any direction. so
thick had the crowd become.
The relatives OF the dead men ware quickly
gathered beside Captain Black on the platform,
but in the gathering darkness the only features
that could be discerned were the cleaning eyes
of Parsons's'Sife the pale, agonized face of Nina
Van Zandt. and fhe efess-,ooking form of Ida
Friede. Louis Linggs girl" Without aay pre-
liminaries whatever Captain Black began the
first of the funeral orations. 1t was couched in
clear-cut, eloquent periods, but had no more
effect on the listeners than had the inscriptions
on the grave-stones scattered about. He said:
What is truthl Through eighteen centuries
and more, the answer OF that loyal that glor-
ious one of Nazareth to that question. was in
these words, Il am truth And no man knows
truth until it has become the inspiration of his
his life and he is crowned in death. These men
have kept loyal to tbs convictions that entered
into their lives. am not here this afternoon
to speak to you any special words concerning
the cause for which these men lived, nor con-
cern,ng the manner of their taking off, but to
speak TO you like a friend, to tell you that
that cause which commanded their services was
sealed at last by their lives. with unstinted
measure, for the sake of those they loved You
know how graudly they passed out OF this life
into the perfect and glorious life that is beyond
the reach of misjudgment Weare not here be-
side the caskets of felons CONSIGNED to an igno-
mnious death. We are here beside the bodies of
those who were sublime in their self
sacrifice. and for whom the glib
have been painted and presented to the world
as men loving violence. and riot, and bloodshed
for it's own sake Nothing could be further
from the truth. They were men who loved
peace, whose hearts were full of tenderness,
who were loved by those who knew them,
trusted by those who came to understand the
glory and power of their lives. And the anarchy
CT which they spoke and taught-what was it
but attempt to answer the question, After
the revolution, whatF They believed that there
was that of wrong and hardship in the existing
order which pointed to conflict because
they believed that selfshness would not sur
render peaceably and of its motion to righteous
ness. And the whole OF their thought. of their
philos sophy as Anarchists, the establish
ment OF an order of society that should be sym
bolized in the words, Order without force Is
it practicalf L know not They thought 1t was
L know that it is not practical now. But l
know. also. as philosopher and Christian. IN
der the inspiration of love, that day will come
when righteousness shall reign in the earth and
when sin and selfshness shall end"
Captain Black ended his address by reading a
poem recitng the virtues OF the deceased and
lauding anarchy. The verses were written by
some one unknown TO him, and were handed
him on the train.
He was followed by Robert ReitzeI, of De-
troit who spoke in German, and had only said
one sentence when he had reused the crowd
from their letharey and stirred the spirit that
shone out so luridly in the meeting at the
Haymarket He said:
Friends, came here with the intention of
making a charge, not against the people, who,
to-day, in their churches, are thanking God for
his just verdict nor against the haneman whom
they call sheriff nor against the jury, the judge,
nor the States attorney, but against the work
ngmen of Chicago, because they allow five of
their best to he murdered in ther midst
[Sensarion and cries of .BravoJ But every
body is not heroic spirit like Louis Lingg,
who felt that in such moments the instincts of
self preservation would have been cowardice in
q fight against a society that is based upon
berry and sustained by murder. Renewed yell
ing by the crowd.
Il cannot say any more than that they died for
Justice. In the agonios Of death tn ese five men
expected that the heinous crime committed
against them would be avenged in streams of
blood, and they had right to expect it. Lingg,
the brave. the heroic the manly, was right
when he said that ef-preservation in these
Jays was a crime. Here, in the presence Of
these murdered men, swear to it that you will
organize to avenge this crime, TO visit il upon
those who hate you"
I'VE swear" came the sullen crowl from
many. It was not possible to identify any one
IN the darkness.
I'VE do AFFIRM continued the speaker SOL
smnly, that we will have blood for blood. We
10 not grieve over these men who are dead, but
do oria hat in mr. m